Creepypasta x Male!OC Addict

Addict ·ORIGIN·

Oliver has bad ADHD. He never listened throughout school and he was never told to stop. Like any other kid with a problem he was picked on, teased if you will. He never wanted revenge on them, he didn't want to kill them. He wanted to stay like he is.

The bullying caused him to be stressed during a test or just going out someplace. So he went to cigarettes. They relieved him, let him be free. His mother never liked the idea of him smoking so once while Oliver was going out to buy some more (cigarettes) his mother stopped him. "Hey you left this one on the counter." She said he nodded in response, not wanting to hear his raspy voice.

He pulled out his lighter lite the cigarette. He knew this one was different from any other cigar or cigarette he had ever smoked. He coughed and almost started choking from the "cigarette". He shrugged and decided he should get some rest. He went upstairs into his room and he curled up under the blankets of his bed.

The next morning was slightly different then it normally was. He woke up to see burns around his jaw and forehead. He moved his red hair out from eyes so he could see better. His skin was a light gray. He didn't freak out, he didn't care. He walked into the living room. "Mother..where are you?" He asked looking around. "I have decided it's time for you to move out. You have too many problems." His mother said looking into her son's blue eyes. "Problems? I have no fucking problems!" Oliver yelled, his mother laughed. "You're retarded, gay, ugly, unhelpful, mean and narcissistic." She said pushing him to the front door.

"Only one of those are true. I'm not retarded,ugly,unhelpful,mean or narcissistic." Oliver argued. " I don't want to be seen with something like you." She said. "You're the one who gave me that cigarette!" Oliver yelled; for the second time. "You're the one who got addicted to it."

He didn't hear anything else from her. He left that house for a couple of weeks. He had to go back. He went back. Over and over he tried to get in the house multiple times. Like a cigarette, it will always be coming back. He needed new clothes and he had no money. He was worthless now. All he had were some khakis, a muddy teal blue running jacket and a lighter. He didn't even have shoes!

He bit his lip. He was going back into that house and getting revenge on that so called "Mother." He waited until it was dark and opened the back door. Luckily it was open. He saw her asleep on the loveseat. "Ugh.." Oliver grunted. She could've heard that. Oliver looked around for possible weapons. Knives? No. The lighter? No. He sighed and saw dark smoke drift out from his lips. He sniffed the smoke and it almost burned his throat. He used this to his advantage. He snuck over to the mother. He strapped down her arms and opened her mouth. Unlike CPR it would make your breathing die down to nothing. She was slowly suffocating silently as she took her everlasting nap. "I'll always be with you.."

·Flaws of being Addict:

Can't run often because of lung problems.

Gets triggered easily.

Doesn't like being told to do things.

Throat hurts when he speaks.

Face itches because of burns; he often scratchs them.

Doesn't wear shoes so it's difficult to get around sometimes

· Advantages of being Addict

The only way to truly harm/kill him is to keep him away from cigarettes and cigars (This is kind off both good and bad)

Kind of attractive ;) (._.)

Tall (6'4)

Isn't afraid of death or harming people "close" to him.

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Became a creepypasta:

Age: 19

Year: 2013

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He is now 23 and is forced to live with slenderman which he hates. He rather live with his mom again.

An: Okay so that was Addict ^_^ don't steal him but if you want to use him for some reason or for an example for a creepypasta oc you can. Or ship him with CP's I really don't care. Just do not ship him with girl CP's it's annoying. He's GAY. I know unoriginal but I planned this out and it's gonna be this way :) GB